Excuse me, can I stop to smell the roses?

New beginnings are wonderful, aren't they? But the euphoria never lasts. People, situations, achievements, even failures become jaded with time. And sadly, we lose enthusiasm to continuously embrace the little joys in life. Even when we do stop to smell the roses, we know we have to get down to the "real" stuff sooner or later.

Why can't we just drift? Irrespective of whether our "drifting" has a purpose or none at all, is it wrong to seek contentment in NOT doing anything at all? Why are we measured by how productive our day has been - in fact, on how much we are currently earning and what's the title on our business card? Why do we shamelessly launch into what we have achieved professionally when asked "how we are" ? Is this it - ARE OUR WORTH MEASURED BY OUR WORK?

Occasionally, I don't feel like working. I don't allow the creative juices to flow simply because I want to take a break from writing what I have to write rather than write what I want to write. Whilst I love what I do, I don't jump with joy having to hard sell the products I represent. Writing, to me, is the works of a mind on a wonderful drifting trip - with no particular place to go and nothing in particular to achieve.

Like now...this very moment as I'm putting my thoughts into words, my mind is focused on being on a gently swaying hammock amidst a beautiful paddy field on a sunny and breezy Malaysian evening...doing absolutely NOTHING at all!

But what if I'm too late and the rose has withered and gone?